Strip Down - Lori/Jade

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Finally the banging club vibes had died down and Tony was currently coaxing the remaining men from the bar so that they could lock up for the day. It was tiresome running a club from 9:00pm til about 5:00am every night aside from Wednesday and Sunday. Eventually the doors to the Strip Shack were closed and locked and Tony breathed a sigh of relief before walking back to the main room where his 'family' were currently dwelling.

"I think we really raked in the cash tonight." The dark skinned man pointed out and clapped Star on the back, which was a change of place for a usual smack. "Good work out there tonight guys." he said, smirking and then giving one of his lead Stripper's plump bottom a good smack. "I think we should all get some shut eye, I know it's a later opening tomorrow, but I think you're all pretty much half dead about now."

"I aint tired." Slider pointed out, brushing the stage dust from his knee caps, he wasn't called Slider for nothing after all. He watched the exchange of 'affection?' between Star and Tony and smirked a little, oh Star would enjoy that. "Oi Soda!" he called over to the baby of the bar. "Give me an orgasm, and I want a drink too." he said smirking at his own dirty mouthed joke.

"Leave him alone and get your ass up to bed before I grab one of the paddles." Tony said, cocking a brow. A slight protective nature swept over him when Meredith was spoken about in a sexual content. Plus he would be more than happy to get Slider yelping like a pup over his knee if he continued. "You should stay tonight too Don, there's a spare room beside the kid's." he informed the bouncer, offering him a slight smile.

"Well you might not be tired, but I am soooo ready for bed." Cocktail pointed out, stifling a yawn and wiping the guy liner from his eyes slightly. "I'll see you all whenever." he added, clapping Star's ass that was currently on show before he left the scene and went upstairs to try and get some sleep.

"I still want that drink Soda!" Slider called over and smirked at Star. "Someone's certainly getting some wanted attention today."

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Helping Tony usher the lingering patrons out the door Don made certain the locks were secure then looked over those remaining in the club. The staff that lived upstairs. Not all of the Strip Shack’s workers lived in the complex upstairs, like Don himself, but the ones that did seemed to mean more to the former Copper. Crossing to the bar Don laughed at Tony’s remark as it seemed he said just about the same thing every morning.

Slipping his skimpy vinyl pants back on Star grinned widely at the contact from his boss. Sticking his ass out as he leaned on the stage. The Jersey boy was clearly a little drunk, as is the tradition in New Jersey, but not nearly drunk enough for his liking. “Hey Cocktail!” the randy stripper called ignoring any bits of conversation not pertaining directly to him, “since you’ve closed the bar how about you let me drink you?” Brushing glitter out of his bleached hair Star gave a little wiggle with his bubble butt, “I sleep way better once I’ve gotten off and it’s either you or Slider.”

When Slider started in on how he ‘wasn’t tired’ Don chimed in calling, “you sound like my seven year old.” even as he joked the six foot three man watched the ‘baby’ of the bar closely. Seemingly oblivious to the rest of the bar as he counted out the opening money for the till. Everyone knew how protective Tony was of the ivory skinned boy so it surprised noone when Tony scolded Slider for his crude joke. It did surprise Don a little when Soda returned, “you can’t afford an orgasm but I’ll get you a drink if you say pretty please.” since sometimes it didn’t seem like Soda heard the strippers half the time. Selective hearing.

The former police officer continued to watch the youngest member of the bar’s ‘family’, not that he didn’t trust the kid, close up the register when Tony suggested he stay the night. “Might as well.” he shrugged running a hand over his shaved head. Finally leaning over the bar Brock caught Soda’s chin tilting that delicate face up so he could see what looked like red eyes. “Are you alright Baby?” he asked quietly.

From the corner of his eye Brock could see Rio heading off and he really didn’t want to ask if the bar manager had seen Tony’s twink using anything. From his time on the force Brock knew clubs like this it was impossible to keep drugs out, thankfully Tony wasn’t supplying the drugs himself, and a lot of ‘kid’ took them so they could keep themselves away.

Again thankfully the nineteen year old was lucid, “I fell asleep in my contacts last night and haven’t taken them out yet.” Soda confirmed breaking Brock’s hold on his chin. “You should have asked for booze before Rio locked it up!” the skinny blond yelled over to the obnoxious stripper as he jumped up onto the bar top swinging those long legs over so he could head upstairs.

Leaning back into Cocktail’s stinging swatting hand Star grinned again, “come on old man, I know you’re awake enough for a fuck.” the spray tanned Star called finally turning around and putting his much loved ass off display.

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Tony looked over when Brock seemed to take a sudden interest in the baby, and he wondered what was going on, he felt quite unnerved at that moment but he let the Bouncer deal with it because he didn't want to put any pressure on the youngest. He waved Rio off and smirked when Star was barking up the wrong tree yet again, Cocktail already informed that he wouldn't give Star that time of day, he was just eye candy as far as he was concerned. Hearing that Soda had just been sleeping with his contacts in made Anthony sigh a little and he went over to wrap an arm around his Baby's shoulders. "Go ahead and get some sleep baby." he said, tone gentle as it usually was when he spoke to the one he was most protective of.

Cocktail was amused by Star's tries to get into his pants but he just shook his head and flipped off the younger man as he started walking upstairs to his room which was next to Tony's. "Fuck you, Star." he answered, "Oh no wait." he smirked and left that dwell with the young man while he walked across the landing and then disappeared into his room. He was fond of all the Strip clubs's family but that didn't mean he wasn't harsh with them. He was careful not to be so around Meredith though, especially when Tony was around.

"Like I give a fuck." Slider answered, rolling his eyes and then walking over and vaulting over the bar where he located the fridge, entering the code he'd obtained from Rio's office and then taking out a cool mixed alcohol drink. "Rio wont mind." he shrugged, though he'd be shit scared if the man happened to show up now and catch him taking from the stock after hours, it wasn't exactly permitted.

"Slider, you're very close to sleeping on your stomach tonight." Tony pointed out, rolling his eyes at the man and then he walked over to Star and looked him over, "Right you're drunk enough, so it's beddy byes for you." he chuckled, sending him on the way to the stairs with a smack to the covered ass. It was still nice to touch though.

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Rolling irritated eyes Meredith removed the binder holding his hair at bay, “whatever you say Daddy.” a mocking hint to his high voice. The nineteen year old hadn’t taken any drugs but he was still going to be awake for at least an hour with all the caffeine he’d consumed over the night. Heading up the stairs the slight bartender located a bathroom and finally removed his stinging contact lenses. Replacing them with the round framed glasses he usually wore during the day. Giving a passing goodnight to the other bartender that lived in the complex above the club Soda went to ‘his room’ and started peeling his leather pants off so he could replace them with a pair of sleep pants.

Downstairs Star was left with a stupid smirk gracing his face as it was unfathomable to his mind that anyone would find him unfuckable. Cocktail was just playing hard to get to the meat heads thinking. Deciding that Slider was heading right toward some unwanted attention Star gave Tony his best sex face, “you doing the Twiggy Twink exclusively yet or are ya still a free agent?” the artificial man grinned suggestively.

Listening to the tattooed moron Brock wondered something very similar. Whether Tony was just exhibiting a need to be fatherly with the young man or if he was so attracted to the blond that the overprotectiveness was from possessiveness? Still he didn’t ask, it was to late and someone else was practically screaming for attention. Giving his boss a pat to his toned shoulder Don nodded toward Slider. “I’ll take care of that one.” he promised leaning over the bar again.

Giving the younger man the LOOK that stopped his daughter in her tracks Brock’s chocolate gaze shifted from the guilty ‘boy’s’ face to the drink in his hand. “Now Cale, you know the bar is closed. So why don’t you put that back and go on upstairs.” his voice was that wonderful mix of patronizing and threatening that only a dad could pull off.

Heading to the stairs Star surmised he could crawl in bed with one of the other strippers if Tony wasn’t game. And he declared as much as before stopping to watch the mayhem that was going to go down with Brock and Slider. Grinning as he heard Brock’s tone Star hoped not so subtly that the Bouncer was going to paddle the stripper right there. Slider was something of an ass, not that it bothered Star in the least because he was just as big an ass, but the bleached, sprayed, inked bastard always appreciated as show.

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"Get gone." Tony answered, giving Meredith's bottom a firm smack in response to the mocking hint to his tone. Once the young man had disappeared upstairs, he turned his attention to Star and informed that he should probably head to bed as well, the man seemed almost drunk off his ass. He rose a brow hearing that and he smirked. "Why, jealous Keith?" he asked, deciding to use his first name and he narrowed his eyes, not appreciating someone talking about Meredith like that since he was like a kid brother or a son to him, not some sexual play thing. "And don't go sticking your nose in where it's not needed." he said firmly, landing a smack to his ass that was clearly more punishment than entertainment.

Slider took a step back when Brock leaned over the bar and he sort of swallowed hard at the 'look' he was getting, but he refused to submit like some chastised little boy. He glanced at the drink in his hand and took a sip before answered, "I have an alternative." he answered and walked out from behind the bar, "I'm gonna sit down, consume this snake bite and probably get another three, kay?" he asked smirking and then walking over to the sofa. He watched Tony give Star's backside a firm smack and smirked, it was always entertaining to see a fellow family member get a good spanking, and Star was usually the one to go over Tony's knee. He hoped Star would put up a fight so he could get a show.

"Now go on up to bed." Tony said firmly to Star, knowing some sleep was what his stripper needed right now.

[Lorie]

Being called by your given name by the boss was always a bad thing. Even as thick as he was Keith knew that. But “I wanna watch Slider get it.” the muscle man whined giving Tony what might have been called a pout on someone like Meredith. On Star it just looked ridiculous. But that last smack was an actual spank and Star understood that he crossed the line with remark about Tony’s precious Baby but he didn’t want to go upstairs yet.

Not when Brock was reaching behind the bar for the paddle that Rio kept hidden for sassy bartenders. And not now that the tall well built man was crossing over to the couch were Slider sat leisurely drinking his pilfered beverage. Giving a sigh, and covering his butt with his hands, Star stomped up the stairs like an over grown toddler. Grabbing a towel Star went for a shower having learned that if you sleep before showering glitter will embed in you sheets and pillowcases.

Passing Soda’s room the beefcake heard the distinct sound of the youth playing his guitar and grinned. He hated that that bitch was musically talented. But Star knew if Tony came up and found the Baby doing anything other then laying his skinny ass down for some sleep he’d redirect his swatty propensity onto that annoyingly driven blond.

Back downstairs Brock had located Rio’s bar paddle and approached the defiant young man sitting on the couch. Again, like he would with his daughter Don stood menacingly before his co-worker leveling a fatherly look at the younger man. “One more warning Cale.” he started knowing the power a proper name held over the ‘boys’ working at the Strip Shack, as so few used their given names. “Put that down and go on up to bed or I’ll be using this on your backside.” he told indicating the paddle in his hand. Though he was ‘sick’ Brock was still very strong, strong enough to wrestle a naughty boy over his knee and turn his butt cherry red, no matter how toned that naughty boy might be.

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Tony sighed and watched Star stomp off like a big toddler and he debated dragging him back down for a quick tanning but thought against it in the end. "And I want you in bed within the hour! Or you can have a talk with the paddle too!" he called up to him and then actually went upstairs to check on Meredith. Hearing the guitar, he frowned and entered the bedroom. "Meredith Benton!" he snapped, and full names meant business, especially when Daddy or Brock had said it. "I told you to go to bed, and that means to sleep." he scolded and leaned against the door frame. "Put your guitar away and get into bed, before you find yourself sleeping on your stomach." he said, tone stern and everyone knew not to mess with Anthony Cross when he used that stern tone.

"And you-" he turned to Star and slapped his covered ass again, "Wipe that grin off your face." he informed and then let the man go for a shower, but he was prepared for a tantrum if it came up somehow. And with Star, that was usually inevitable.

Slider looked up at Brock over his drink and felt a nervous shiver creep over his back when he saw the paddle in his hand. Of course, he would never admit to that fear though. Hearing his first name being used, the cocky stripper almost complied with his order but then he remembered that he never followed anyone else's rules because they didn't apply to him. "Put it down?" he asked and smirked, "Sure, and I know exactly where to set it down." he answered, getting up and then actually throwing the drink over Brock. "Goodnight Handsome." he laughed, putting the now empty glass down and walking past him to head up to his room. It wasn't exactly night but he still felt it could be said.

Across the hall, Rio's door opened and the man sighed angrily, his glare going over to Star. "Oh my God, will you just shut up already, some of us are trying to sleep here!" he snapped, his tone annoyed rather than peppy like it usually was.

[Lorie]

Sitting cross legged in the center of his bed Soda was trying to ‘strip down’ the heavy instrumental of a song he wanted to play til it was recognizable with only his guitar accompanying when Tony opened the door. Marking something on the sheet music before him with a pen that he pulled from behind his ear, causing a flood of golden hair to tumble free and frame his delicate face, the nineteen year old musician/bartender held a halting hand up to his boss. Selective hearing having ‘prevented’ the skinny blond from sensing the threat of Anthony’s tone as well as the use of his full name. Restarting the song from the beginning on his guitar the young man got to the point he’d marked humming lightly where lyrics were meant to go.

Star, having wrapped his towel around his waist, didn’t miss the full name or tone and his grin widened when Soda tried to wave their boss off dismissively. That cocky grin faltered when he was giving another less then playful swat. Star had hit his limit of rational for the day, if you asked most people he had hit that limit just after his shift started, and he shrieked in indignation. “Stop spanking me. It’s your Twink there that’s being a brat.” to Star’s horrible racket Soda finally looked up from his music.

“Do you mind taking that elsewhere?” the slender youth ‘requested’ sass heavy in his light voice, “if I wanted to be annoyed by screaming drama queens I would have attended Juilliard.” he muttered fishing around off the side of his bed for something he wouldn’t mind breaking. Finding a book he was given Meredith threw the object at the tattooed jerk in his door. Whether or not his hit Tony was inconsequential.

Shrieking again at the projectile Star gave Tony a meaningful look gesturing over to the young man who had returned to playing his music. When Cocktail started screaming at him Star threw up his hands with an aggravated sigh and headed back toward the bathroom. Fuck seeing Soda get what was coming to him Keith was done.

The splash to the face with the remains of Cale’s drink quiet a shock. Not enough to throw Don from his mission but a shock all the same. When the stripper made to pass him Brock reached with his free hand and caught the young man’s arm towing him right back to the couch. “I don’t think so just yet Mister.” the older man said cryptically. Five years in his position and Don knew a some of the key brat’s tricks. Like how Keith tended to scream like a banshee when he didn’t get his way, or how Meredith pretended not to hear something being said to him, and even Rio’s over bitchy mouth. For Cale, it was that he decided rules don’t apply to him. And oh, Brock was going to make sure that boy knew, at least for the rest of the day, that they do. Seating himself Brock nearly threw the shorter man over his knee pinning him with a strong arm around his waist. “You go all the warnings I’m willing to give little man.” Brock told gripping the paddle’s handle as he rested the flat board on Slider’s butt.

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Anthony was just less than impressed when Meredith sort of just waved him off and went back to playing his guitar, ignorance was one thing that was common with Soda, and one thing that annoyed Tony to the core and deeper if that were possible. When he threw the book at Star, Tony was quick to move out the way and he thought that was more than enough of Meredith's behavior. "Right that's it." he answered took the guitar from the younger man and put it aside. "This ignorance, and this attitude has gone far enough Meredith Benton!" he scolded and then grabbed his upper arm, pulling him off the bed. "And you've earned yourself a good butt tanning." he informed him before then taking a seat on the bed and positioning the lithe young man over his knee.

He sighed when he heard the spat between Star and Cocktail, and he was torn between going to make sure his Stripper was alright and punishing the young man currently held down over his lap. He felt like a single Dad raising three naughty toddlers most of the time and of course he felt bad for being tough on Star. He planned to go and speak with him a bit later. Right now, he had his ignorant little baby to deal with. "And you can stop pretending not to hear me Meredith, I wont stand for it." he scolded, lowering his sleep pants to expose his skinny backside.

Cocktail watched Star stomp off and rolled his eyes, great now he'd gone off in a sulk, Soda was going to get his naughty bottom smacked by the looks of what he saw from the open bedroom, and he could hear Slider and Brock downstairs and could only assume the same thing. Obviously he wouldn't be getting any sleep until all the spankings were given out, and the crying had died down after some serious comfort. He watched 'Daddy' pull down Meredith's pants and he got a decent look at the bare upturned bottom before then making his way downstairs and cocking an eyebrow at the scene of Slider over Brock's knee. "What did he do this time?" he asked, noticing that it was his paddle that he was using.

Slider frowned when Brock reached out and took his arm, and he really didn't like the fact that Brock was speaking to him like a child. No...scratch that, speaking to him like a naughty little boy. "Well I think so, so let go!" he snapped at the taller man, and cursed his height issue at moments like these. He was just glad he wasn't wearing his ass-less jeans tonight and his bottom was successfully off show. Suddenly, he found himself being thrown over Brock's knee and held there securely. "I'm not little!" he snapped angrily and tried to push up from the broad lap under his stomach. He growled as he felt the side of the paddle rest against his jeans and he just hoped he wouldn't be able to feel much of the sting. At that point, Rio decided to wander in and ask what had happened. "None of your business!" he snapped at the bar manager, though that was because he didn't want him knowing that he had taken from his stock after hours, since he knew Cocktail didn't appreciate that at all.

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Pulling his hand back, making the guitar produce a hideous noise, Meredith glared at Tony while the older fatherly figure robbed him of his music. Or it would have been called a glare had it come from a man instead of the feminine face ‘muppet’ that wore it. “I’m sorry, I thought I was off the clock.” the, essentially, teenager stated waspishly. He didn’t get his full argument in before he was pulled off the bed and over Daddy’s lap. Taking a steadying breath Soda started his internal mantra of, ‘I’m not going to cry like a child.’ And though, like everything he chose to ignore, the slim young man heard Tony’s warning he decided to continue refraining from answering. Soda did instantly regret changing into pajamas when his flannel pants came down without struggle. Knowing Daddy would of have spent at least a few extra crucial minutes struggling with his leather pants.

Star had giving up much of his desire to see a whoping that morning but he still had a fuck in mind. But first he need a shower because noone ever wanted glittery after glow, not even Vampire enthusiast.

Having gotten Cale in position with that paddle resting warningly on his jean clad butt Don grinned at Rio as he came down the stairs. “Oh, Mister Barnes here decided he needed a drink instead of some sleep.” he told the other man tapping the paddle menacingly on Slider’s rear. The still impudent tone the stripper held as he told Cocktail off said Cale wasn’t yet seeing the folly of his ways. Giving the bottom over his knee a solid wack with the paddle Don scolded, “I think it is his business.” After giving the jean clad butt another good smack Brock turned his attention to Rio. “We’re just sorting out the payment for the alcohol he took from the bar.” the HIV positive man replied.